The Meeting of the Duo
ⓜⓔⓓⓐⓛⓢ} With a blank memory and a heavy arm the poor young many stumbled as he held, absentmindedly, but tightly to the stone that laid in his hand. He didn't know what he was carrying. He didn't know where he was, when he was. He didn't know anything but a name.
Ankh.
Was that his own name? He supposed it was. After all it was something he felt connected to like one should with their own name, right? Even as he lost his memories and any idea of what was happening and how he got where he was he at least realized he was blessed enough to still remember how to speak, how to walk, how to do things.
Stumbling, his body weak as his mind was so distracted with all the questions that were over coming him he covered his eyes from the sun with a single hand, his still human one. "Damn sun..." Looking around as his eyes adjusted to the light, his eyes more than raised a little as he noticed he wasn't exactly in a very ... well kept location.
Even not knowing the area or where he was he was pretty damn sure broken buildings and people screaming were not supposed to be normal. Frozen, not sure if it was fear, confusion, or surprise; he stared at the havoc in front of him leaving himself in full harm's way of the creature he was ignoring existed because he already was in such disbelief.
What was even happening?
















